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I stopped thinking clearly as I got worked up the closer I got to my apartment. Would I not be moving after all? All the drama pissed me off.
Why couldn’t any of this be easy?
TWENTY-EIGHT
Brooke
The moment I walked in our apartment, I made up my mind to leave as soon as possible. Jocelyn and a group of her friends were sitting in our living room. She lifted a wine bottle in the air when she noticed me. I glared at her, not saying a word.
“Hey, Brooke. Come join us.”
“Everyone needs to leave,” I said sternly.
The half-dozen people crammed into our tiny living room sighed and booed me, but I didn’t care as I pointed a finger at the door. For someone worried about being harmed she sure looked mellow.
“Now!”
“This is my apartment too,” Jocelyn said drunkenly. “You can’t do this shit to me.”
“I’m not going to tell you guys again.”
The others stumbled to their feet, looking back and forth between Jocelyn and me. She defiantly took another drink. Her friends turned to me.
“I’m calling the landlord. You know there’s no partying allowed here.”
“This isn’t a party,” Jocelyn whined. “You’re no fun anymore.”
Some guy in a green turtleneck sweater laughed. I shot him a look that sent him scurrying to the door. Jocelyn walked over to me.
I smelled marijuana and cheap wine coming off her clothes and out of her mouth. As she stared into my eyes in a threatening manner, I decided to move out the next morning, no matter what it took.
“Let’s go guys. We’ll party on campus. My roommate’s being annoying.”
She broke eye contact with me and stumbled toward the door. The others followed. When they were all finally outside, I twisted the latch.
I hoped she wouldn’t come back, at least not that night. As I surveyed the damage they’d done to the apartment, I took a deep breath.
I’d take care of it in the morning.
While tempting, it was still early, and I wouldn’t be able to study with the living room still trashed. I walked over to my recliner and saw someone had spilled wine on it.
“Shit!” I screamed.
A guy who had been laying behind it, out of view, sat up and glanced around with a look of confusion on his face.
“Who the hell are you??
? I asked.
“Oh, hey. I’m Timbo. Where’s Jocelyn at?”
“Get out of my apartment! Now!”
He grabbed the arm of the recliner and got to his feet. I stood a few feet away, hands angrily crossed over my chest. I watched as he left.
After locking the door behind him, I made a sweep of the house, looking for any other stragglers. Even though I hadn’t found anyone, I still got even angrier.
She was nuts. I was leaving tomorrow no matter what.
